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If Yan Junze had listened to the little girl at this moment and reached his hand into this hole, he would have been an idiot.

Yan Junze's goal was simple, to resolve the obsession of this Red Coffin.

However, the task prompt of the Red Coffin wasn't very clear; it only mentioned that the coffin wood had been wandering nearby, its exact purpose unknown - perhaps it was just looking for a suitable place to be laid to rest.

Of course, that might not be the case.

If one wanted to find out its true purpose, the only way was to interact with it, not to be like high-level exorcists who would just strike it down with a sword.

Moreover, Yan Junze was very clear that the level of the Red Coffin's mission was "Terrified (Low)," not active within a range of task levels, but a genuine "Terrified" level mission.

Even for an exorcist, it would probably only be someone of Guo Youliang's stature who could eliminate it, and even then, at a certain cost.

"Let's communicate in another way," Yan Junze suddenly stood up.

Speaking with the little girl trapped inside the coffin from such a close distance always gave him the feeling of being a child who had fallen into a sewer.

Somehow, he felt that the coffin wood was doing this intentionally, as if it could successfully evoke his most primal fear instinct.

So, Yan Junze chose to stand a bit further away, watching the Red Coffin.

At this moment, instead of the whimpering cries, there was a silent pause in the coffin, followed by a sound as if something was groping around, and then a gray child's arm stretched out from the hole in the coffin.

The skin of this arm was dead gray, with four out of five nails rotten, looking disgusting.

After the arm reached out, the small hand started groping around outside the hole.

Soon after, the little girl's voice emitted again, "Brother, where are you? I... I'm scared!"

This scene made Yan Junze startled, bringing up long-forgotten memories.

In his previous life, when he was about five years old, he once played with a glass marble and dropped it, which rolled into a corner wall hole.

Yan Junze really liked that glass marble, so he ran over immediately, knelt on the ground, and reached his right hand into the hole.

Due to his small hands, almost half of his arm entered the hole, groping around.

During this time, young Yan touched something sticky, like thin mud or the excrement of something, but despite this, his fingertips brushed the glass marble once, only to push it deeper into the hole.

Yan Junze really liked the smooth and shiny glass marble; he couldn't give up. Then he lay down on the ground, pushing almost his entire arm into the hole.

Sure enough, he soon touched the glass marble again.

This time, he lifted his fingers above the marble, not touching it directly, but pressed down on it from above, then gently pinched it and started dragging it out of the hole.

During this process, his bent knuckles suddenly touched a clump of hair, fluffy and soft, as if it also had warmth.

In Yan Junze's delusion, that thing seemed to be moving slightly.

At this moment, Yan Junze's body tensed, feeling his limbs stiffen, his brain stopped thinking, just mechanically, unconsciously, slowly pulled his arm from the hole.

Upon looking at his hand, it was covered in a large amount of filth, reeking, but the glass marble was gripped in his hand.

It took a long while for Yan Junze to realize, that must have been a... rat hole.

He felt grateful, the rats inside hadn't bitten his hand, but that fear of the strange and unknown environment was deeply buried in his heart.

At this moment, seeing the dead gray arm groping left and right, that feeling was once again evoked.

"I say..." Yan Junze's adam's apple moved, "can you not do this, can we have a proper conversation. Um, what I want to know is, are you looking for a suitable place to be buried?"

The arm paused for a moment, and after about a three-second delay, it suddenly retracted back into the coffin. Explore hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire

No more sound came from the coffin.

Yan Junze stared straight at the coffin, no longer speaking.

Moments later, there was a click from the direction of the door.

Yan Junze turned to look and saw that the door, which he had propped open with his backpack to prevent it from closing, was now closing on its own.

Even though the backpack was blocking it, it seemed as if someone was pushing hard from behind the door, tilting the backpack to one side, pushed by the closing door as it slowly moved backward.

Yan Junze's attention was drawn by the closing door, but he did not realize that, not far away, the lid of the Red Coffin was being lifted slightly by the force within, moving aside...

Suddenly, Yan Junze's gaze returned to the coffin lid.

This moment, not only was the door closing, but it seemed like the coffin lid couldn't be held down either.

"Should I go to open the door or hold down the coffin lid?" Yan Junze had a moment of indecision.

"Hold down the coffin lid first!"

He quickly made a decision, walked over to the Red Coffin in a few steps, placed both hands on the lid, and began to push hard in the opposite direction.

The lid jerked, was resisted, and temporarily could not be fully opened; however, a gap as thick as three books was revealed.

Yan Junze felt the force moving the lid was great; he was pushing hard against it, but that invisible force was still pushing the lid outward.

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